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Busta

Attention please, please
Can I have everybody's attention
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been officially
Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another

Swizz

Swizz Beats, who hits on streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my weak
Ain't shit sweet, 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light dutches
Me and Busta keep it like liposucion
that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets life on crutches
You got that whodie, I'll cock forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top on it
that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the
Before you need the janitors to mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, the charts
Now put your in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Rhymes

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump come on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Busta

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to
Y'all niggas with some shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm living for today and tomorrow
Open up mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired infront the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious minerals, and deadly like burials

Swizz

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out
S-W-I two Z's bang out
Bang out chicks, for fun we out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new of Jordans
of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, more and out of soda cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
my business will make you a missin' man
See the and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you
Just and shout and just wild in here

3x

New York, they ready for it
A-T-L, they ready for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear